The days where you just feel okay in yourself are my favoriteWhere others don't abraise you like an itchy wool sweaterWhere trouble doesn't sit in your stomach like bad pastaWhere you can float along, just being youFeeling confident that your face is fashioned in just the right wayThat your tights are pulled upThat your shirt is pulled downThose days where you just embrace the fact that others talkBut it doesn't have to define youI know I have trouble with thisI think we all doOthers talking is a great part of the things that make me unhappyI think "Well, if only that person wouldn't be talking about me, I would be happier"But when the truth is, I can choose whether or not to listenI can choose whether or not to sit with themOr whether or not I believe something someone else is saying about my lifeBecause we all know that other people are the experts on all our problemsFastening their opinions of us based off the exterior of our facesWell, if there is someone who knows more about me than I know myselfCome, please have me meet them, because I would sure like the answer key to life's book of problemsBecause perhaps they play God, too.

Claiming to be nonjudgmentalShe scrolls through her social networksLooking at photos of people she's metMaybe once or twiceShe scrolls through her social networksMindlessly viewing contentMaybe once or twiceDoes she understand itMindlessly viewing contentJust to pass the timeDoes she understand itOf course not, she's idleJust to pass the timeDoes she act productive?Of course not, she's idleShe must learnDoes she act productive?Or just view mindless gossip?She must learnOf everything going onOr just view mindless gossip?Who cares what they woreOf everything going onFashion is irrelevantWho cares what they woreOr even if it matchedFashion is irrelevantWhy does she care? Or even if it matchedWhy would she pay attention?Why does she care?Is it just the thrill of knowing?Why would she pay attention?She won't remember in five yearsIs it just the thrill of knowing?A peek into the lifeShe won't remember in five yearsThe millions of pictures she sawA peek into the lifeOf a strangerThe millions of pictures she sawTalked about with her friendsOf a strangerSo easily forgottenTalked about with her friendsInsults to the subjectSo easily forgottenBut still bitterInsults to the subjectAre viewed as humorBut still bitterAs they cast a negative lightAre viewed as humorWhen everyone knows what happenedAs they cast a negative lightFrom being in the knowWhen everyone knows what happenedSomething little is a big dealFrom being in the knowNegativity spreads fasterSomething little is a big dealAnd painted as a bad thingNegativity spreads fasterPositivity comes slowlyAnd painted as a bad thingIs the shaming that comesPositivity comes slowlyGood things are boringIs the shaming that comesTruly human natureGood things are boringBut they should be buildingTruly human natureIs to talk to othersBut they should be buildingHealthy relationshipsIs to talk to othersTo cast someone in a bad lightHealthy relationshipsMore like toxic gossipTo cast someone in a bad lightIs a sinMore like toxic gossipPeople should be niceIs a sinThe act of judgingPeople should be niceIt helps othersThe act of judgingStems from social mediaIt helps othersLearn to gossipStems from social mediaAre the mean words of todayLearn to gossipAnd you'll say them tooAre the mean words of todayTo be replaced with nice words of tomorrowAnd you'll say them tooTo help others?To be replaced with the nice words of tomorrowLooking at photos of people she's metGiving them complimentsClaiming to be nonjudgmental.

Let no corrupting talk come out of your mouths, but only such as is good for building up, as fits the occasion, that it may give grace to those who hear.- Ephesians 4:29

They say that the walls have ears;a frightening concept to mewhen I imagine all they must know.These walls that hear the name that I whisper in the dark,These walls that silently stand byeach night my sobs fill the room.

And if walls could talk,what of those impenetrable walls surrounding my heart?Would they blab every secret and insecurity,would they speak of my worsening conditionto anyone willing to listen?